C Em G
I grow old i shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says elliot
C Em G
I grow old i shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says elliot
F C Dm F
Days keep growing short, nights too
C
Let us go then, you and i
Em G
And try to unlearn, says elliot
F C Dm F C
He seeks for return and burns ancient love letters
C Em G
Let us go then you and i and lie by marble stone says elliot
F C Dm
And put a record on the gramophone
Am
Lie down dear
D
On the weed
G
Don't weep dear
E D
Gayly clad
C Em G
Sadness is a radical quantity says elliot
C Em G
Sadness is a long round ribbon, says he
F C Dm
Sadness is beautiful
C Em G
I grow old i shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says elliot
C Em G C
I grow old i shall wear my trousers rolled says elliot